And before I could realize anything, I see myself tearing my hair. The distress cannot get worse. I wrote something on my Facebook wall, the other day. In a bid to justify that he was not one of the league, he just forgot what he was commenting on. I had written about Facebook status and the smart Alec. And what he commented, had me in convulsions. Some people never change. For some, a change in what one is, is, it seems, simply equivalent to a change in what one tries to project oneself as. For some, this magnitude becomes so huge that they almost instantaneously become oblivious of the fact that they are the integral elements of the mix. Everyone forgets. I forgot, the other day.
It so happens, that in search of a childhood sweetheart, I join this social networking website. I had refrained from creating an account for the same reasons, all these years, for the reason that I would have to see un-intelligent updates of some really "aware" and some other "witty" "facepeople". Come on, what crap! You have your issues, sort them out yourself. The world did not create social networking for people to start preaching stuff about, say "LOVE" or perhaps the "formulae for success". Neither was the wall created for some "nostalgic" friend to write some insanely stupid remark about memories we are "supposed" to share and time we spent together. If you have some song that you like, you can simply, and very lucidly, state that you like this song, instead of, after an intense period of brainstorming, "intelligently" selecting the "catchiest" line in the whole song, as the status. And just because you are yourself bored with the kind of networking when there is no one to instigate any kind of activity from your side, so that, when people inquire of the thing, you make yourself look like a fool revealing the truth. By the way, you won't get any smarter by "cut, copy pasting" some old adage. Neither does writing everything in the "trendy, hip" shortened form, nor does writing "fuck" or any other distorted form of it make you any more interesting, or say, slapstick than you actually are. Oh! And the guitar with that pose in which you hold it, try at least faking some chord, otherwise it is plain enough for even an arse to make out that you are making a fool of yourself. So just piss off.
I shall write the entire thing. I wrote about the status and the smart Alec. I wrote it immediately after he smartly posted something. He gives another smart reply. Wait, I can just "copy, paste" the stuff. It is there at the bottom of this post, all credits to my inability to put it at the place it should have been.
One of my friends just deleted his account, to prevent himself from the curse of this, and the even "smarter" things happening. I was smart there too; in that conversation did you see that? Anyway, I am out of this now. I am, now, too tired to even want to write anything. But, one thing I want to write about is the audacity I showed the other day. We were waiting at the bus-stop. The bus had already left 3 minutes before its scheduled time. We unfortunately, were once again the hapless participants in this divine act of uber-punctuality. Anyhow, after waiting for, like 30 minutes, and waiting till 5 minutes after the scheduled time, all the while getting grumpy about the drivers, we see the bus. In an instinctive surge of emotions, I point towards my wrist, looking at the driver, fully aware of the fact that he is reciprocating my glance. He passes a dry chuckle. I freeze, then and there. That was that.
Another thing I want to write about, or may be put forth as a question, is the number of hours that one cannot speak anything, not think of anything, and all the while, not do anything. I did that for almost 12 hrs the other day and then again 3 hrs recently. Digression. My supervisor made a joke about Bihar and not flying over its airspace, and I reciprocated it with childhood picnics and rabindra sangeet. Even Steven. I was supposed to get my payment today, and I apparently got 300 euro less. The "taai" (read the secretary) did her bit to make sure that I got my travel reimbursements. For the last three days, not one of the three of us is doing anything constructive for the project. We have stopped thinking about the stuff that we had arrived here with the intention of working on from day one. The group is on the verge of knowing the fact that I have done nothing and know nothing about computer.
We went to Belgium the other weekend. I did not get time to talk of my travels. That was the most enjoyable trip. Correction. That could have been the most enjoyable trip. First, we miss the early morning train. Next, we reach Brussels at noon. We leave the most bustling city that I had seen in Europe within three hours, for some douche-bag, who was coming with the intention of roaming around in Belgium and The Netherlands at 2pm, in Brussels. The douche-bag does not arrive. I upgrade him. You can always ask about the new rank that I assigned to him. We reach Bruges. Wonderful city. We roam around. Go to a park to catch up with some embarrassing Indian cultural stuff. Then there is this immensely effective psychedelic stuff, followed by Dum Maro Dum on the trumpets. I feel elated. We leave Belgium without visiting the Atomium, and many other places that we knew existed but did not care to bother about. We roam around in the station. We watch a boring football match, and howl in the train, sitting on the floor. We reach Amsterdam at 1in the morning. The Sri-Lankan...ok, what happens in Amsterdam, stays in Amsterdam. We meet the douche bag in the district, gazing at the canals. We sleep on the streets, and have a hard time finding the I AMSTERDAM. The douche bag has to leave and that has basically screwed up our schedule. We leave Amsterdam at 10 am. Reach at our place and sleep.
The next weekend, we had to go to Paris. The people in the lab made dirty jokes about that. We did not get reservations. We somehow reach Paris at noon. We see the Notre Dame, the Louvre, the Concord, the Sacre Coeur, the Moulin Rouge, the play-off for the third place, the Eiffel, the five ugly girls of our institute with another douche-bag and a sardar. We sleep and wake up at 10:30 in the morning. Take the train to Amsterdam and reach "I AMSTERDAM", this time quite easily, to cheer for the Oranje. We are stuffed amongst the white and the black, the dopers and the smokers and other ugly people. We leave the match to reach back home, Oranje lose, we find our way through rivers of urine, reach our place at 3:30 in the morning, give a presentation for, where I keep talking for 1 hour, when I was supposed to talk for 10 mins, work and then sleep. Did I tell, that was the Friday when I wrote about the Lepidus.
The supervisor realizes that nothing is going to come out of this project. We work on a Sunday. I mean, they work and chat. No results. We are invited to the dinner at our supervisor's. Nice food they served. We are next invited to a friend's (Bram's) place, remember the fat clown I mentioned in one of the posts? We are supposed to be the hosts, and prepare the dinner for what became 9 people, when it was supposed to be 4. I play the guitar after three months, and it feels nice to see my hands still flowing on the piece of wood and strings. Oh! Saturday, we the people of Maanstraat 73, (my place) went for a barbecue, where we did not barbecue anything, swam in the lake, fooled around, and came back. But it was a nice evening. Bram's was nicer. Today, we decided to cook with the Nepalese, for the flat mates. We, oh! Please read they, cooked kheer, chawal, daal, aaloo and roti (readymade), and we had some beer as well. Nice evening again.
I have been sleeping on the couch for, I don't know how long. It is time for me to sleep. Till the next post, haven fun. Cheers to this "socially networked" "facelife".
1 comment:
hehhe...every FB user has to read the first paragraph...
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